The Accursed One
© 2023 N.H.
Flesh
Dainty digits interlocked with masculine ones as the luster of Dawn overshadowed her petite stature. Their palm was chilled compared to the warmth radiating from her mahogany-toned dermis, periwinkle optics yet to expose the carnage released the night before. A familiar savory, metallic flavor coated the back of her esophagus as the muscle within her maw writhed in her awakening before a low oscitant unfurled. Unhurriedly, she opened one orb at a time, staring at the beautiful, slumbering physique of an inseparable lover, elegant digits grazing the being’s enchanting attributes. She studied her sleeping lover with absolute adoration, a passing ache of lust coursing through her entire body.
“Morning, my love.”
Routinely, her sultry tone would have woken Toni from his peaceful state, and yet he remained silenced, not even a groan or mumble. ‘How unusual,’ she pondered as she spread her palm over the vast, toned landscape of his form, soft phalanges slipping under the silky lavender sheets. How glacial his form had become, even burrowed under the hefty duvet, and yet not even a shiver of protest. Plump ausculums eased into a gleeful grin as she gazed over the inky curls flooding his headrest, her palm halting right at his waist, oblivious of his lack of pulse in her drowsy plight. ‘God truly has favorites.’
Just as the thought presented itself, it vanished as a slippery substance laminated her manus, causing her pulse to quicken ever so slightly in her fatigued state. Hand sliding over his lower half, the slimy sensation did nothing more than thicken as her adventurous spirit quelled, changing into something much more worrisome in nature. Her body jolted upright as she rapidly removed her hand from the duvet, amaranthine orbs widening in uncontrollable trepidation as she confronted the reality of last nights’ affairs. Manus drenched in crimson, supple droplets trailing down her limb as she shifted it forth in disbelief. “Toni? Toni, talk to me dear!” Her bellows of loss resonated through her home as she tore the covers from his limp posture, unearthing the origin of his perpetual tranquility.
Tears streamed down her rounded cheeks as she gazed upon his drained figure, sunken cheeks and pale flesh swaddled in scarlet from the waist down. Soft palms swiftly caressed his dome as she stared down at the magnificence that used to be. “Why? Why didn’t you stop me?” Her angered pleas could be heard by the Heavens as she gawked at the mangled muddle that should have been his femur. Tendons, muscles, and bone riddled into nothing more than a bloody pulp. “I’m a monster! Why didn’t you hit me? Why didn’t you fight back?” Panicky were her words as she drew his pendulous physique into a snug embrace, screams of misery emerging from her frail frame. The feeling of his dome flopping over her shoulder sending waves of melancholy deep into her soul, the gathering of blood that had pooled within his maw trickling down her back as she clutched her deceased lover.
Phalanges running over the surface of his back, exposing yet another wound in the midst of her angst, deep claw wounds where the liver should have been. “What did I do to you Toni? How could you have let me do this to you? How!” The faint taste of blood within her maw, the slightly sharpened tips of her canines, and the feeling of dwindling ecstacy. The pieces of the puzzle had finally been placed together
It had been decades since she had lost control of the monster within, and yet one night of drinking had erased eight years of undeserved happiness. One mistake had left the love of her life nothing more than a mass of radiant beauty, cradling in her arms. Tears mingled with blood as she released him from her grasp, laying his figure upon the dampened sheets before curling her minuscule form against him. Shutting watery optics, her digits interlocked with his once more, praying it to be nothing more than a terrible nightmare that would vanish in her second awakening. Scarlet fused with ivory as his essence merged with the wispy nightgown covering her flesh, a gift that she promised his spirit she would keep forever as she faded into unconsciousness.
“I love you Aytoni.”
Words she had never uttered before.
From the heavens her ancestors gazed upon a magnificent sight, sympathising over yet another loss from the Accursed One.
“I love you too, Nala’voty.”
A message from the Heavens.